FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD. I mean how cool is that? It's bright and cheerful but I'm still thinking about it.
I didn't sleep well last night. That usually means I'm dragging my butt around until I get some things done and I can take a nap. I cut the lawn until the blade on the tractor lawnmower wouldn't engage anymore.
I am NOT mechanically inclined so it will have to wait for John to have time to fix it. I can wait. My time on the tractor usually gives me ample reflective time for creative thoughts.
This time my brain was engaged, with feeling remorse, about a disagreement, my daughter and I had last night.
It's not easy having two grown women living in one house. Maybe if they had never been separated they would have a certain rhythm to getting along.
They would have adjusted to how each other thinks, acts and reacts.
My daughter moved in to our home about three weeks ago. We are still learning how to communicate with one another. She's not a little girl but a new mother. I'm not as young and fexible about things as I used to be.
We are developing a new language with each other.
Trust me, it isn't as easy as it sounds.
I came downstairs this morning, after she and little Riley had left for the day care provider and work, to find, my daughter had stayed up last night putting together the Fisher Price Jumperroo. The seat is a large smiling monkey's face.
Difficult to stay upset when that greets a person.
I called her at work and told her that I would work harder on my end with my expectations and she agreed to be more open and communicate more often with me.
It's a good start.
Last Sunday I put up the infamous PLUMS. Here are my jars of Plum Chutney. I had to get the step ladder out and clean out the top shelf so I could stack them up there. I have only three jars of Sweet and Sour Pickles left and three jars of the Instant Mix for Cookies to give as gifts. The little jars of Plum Chutney will be gifts for the holiday season.
It's certainly not the same scale as I used to do back in the 70's but it's nice to see them up there when I open the cabinet doors.
I took a different road on one of my errand runs the other day and came across this fascinating lawn art. At first glance I thought they were rocks or lumps of clay on top of the stumps of wood. Then I looked closer at them and they are Buddha heads. I love it when I find something like this.
Oh, the plate of cookies up there. ........
Well, after cutting the grass and still feeling out of sorts I made cookies. It's my way of mothering myself. I like the process, I like the time spent baking them. While they are in the oven I tidy up the kitchen, do those domestic jobs that I often just want to walk away from. And, the smell.................does a soul good to smell hot cookies.
I want to go out in the garage and quickly try to find what I need to work on some journal pages for my journal class with Julie. I've been boxing up things to make the move easier but it's hard when I want to play with those things. I don't like WAITING to create until another space is finished.
Wish me luck. And, while I am looking for my paints go do something creative yourself. :)Bea